John Coltrane : ‘Mr. Day’

5 Responses to John Coltrane : ‘Mr. Day’

1. Lanklan says:

   December 6, 2008 at 2:15 pm

   Mr @ndy sir, i never picked you as a Coltrane fan.
   I’m sure you will love this piece. Although not quintessential Miles, more blues/funk than jazz, this is possibly one of his best solos i’ve heard on one of his albums other than Bitches Brew. It’s not the entire track but a good section of it, it gets pretty wild towards the end. From Side A of “A Tribute to Jack Johnson” (1971).

   Miles Davis – Trumpet
   Steve Grossman – Soprano saxophone
   John McLaughlin – Electric guitar
   Herbie Hancock – Organ
   Michael Henderson – Electric bass
   Billy Cobham – drums

   Right On – Miles Davis
2. @ndy says:

   December 6, 2008 at 8:45 pm

   G’day Lord Lanklan,

   I am a man of wealth and taste.

   Btw, did you post a link or something?
3. @ndy says:

   December 6, 2008 at 8:47 pm

   PS.
4. Lanklan says:

   December 12, 2008 at 11:11 pm

   Yeah sorry man guess embedding videos doesn’t work [unless I do it]:

   Pieces of A Man is one of my favourite soul/funk albums. I remember when i first looked at the track listing on a vinyl i found in a Nicholson St record store and reading “Home Is Where The Hatred Is” and i couldn’t say no to buying it. Off topic but still on the topic of funk/soul:
5. @ndy says:

   December 12, 2008 at 11:27 pm

   Luke, Chapter 17:

   20 And being asked by the Pharisees when the kingdom of God should come, he answering them and said: The kingdom of God cometh not with observation. 21 Neither shall they say: Behold here, or behold there. For lo, the kingdom of God is within you.

   Communalism : From Its Origins to the Twentieth Century, Kenneth Rexroth, Seabury Press, 1974

   4. Eckhart, Brethren of the Free Spirit
   5. John Wycliffe, The English Peasants’ Rebellion
   6. Hus, The Hussite Wars, Tabor

   4. Eckhart, Brethren of the Free Spirit

   St. Francis is not only the most attractive of all the Christian saints, he is the most attractive of Christians, admired by Buddhists, atheists, completely secular, modern people, Communists, to whom the figure of Christ himself is at best unattractive. Partly this is due to the sentimentalization of the legend of his life and that of his companions in the early days of the order. Many people today who put his statue in their gardens know nothing about him except that he preached a sermon to the birds, wrote a hymn to the sun, and called the donkey his brother. These bits of information are important because they are signs of a revolution of the sensibility — which incidentally was a metaphysical revolution of which certainly St. Francis himself was quite unaware. They stand for a mystical and emotional immediate realization of the unity of being, a notion foreign, in fact antagonistic, to the main Judeo-Christian tradition.

   “I am that I am” — the God of Judaism is the only self-sufficient being. All the reality that we can know is contingent, created out of nothing, and hence of an inferior order of reality. Faced with the “utterly other,” the contingent soul can finally only respond with fear and trembling.

   If God is immanent in the world and if the unknowable Trinity has in its Second Person become the comrade of man, the world is charged through and through with joy. “And honde by honde then shulle us take / And joy and bliss shulle we mak / For the Devil of Hell man haght forsak / And Christ Our Lord is made our mate,” as it says in the Middle English poem by some anonymous Franciscan. This is not a matter of doctrine. The Alexandrian and the scholastic philosophers of the Church had worked out a sensible relationship of the deity to the world. It is a matter of religious sensibility.

   Many others before him had called for a return to the life of the historical Jesus and his companions, but no one before St. Francis had preached that life, both the life of Christ and the Christ-like life, as one of intense abiding joy. When late in his own life St. Francis, entranced in prayer, was to be marked on the hands and feet and side with the stigmata, the wounds of the crucifixion, it was during a transport of pure joy.

   Had St. Francis been a philosopher or preacher, and simply taught the virtues of a life made new, he would have been only another out of so many, and his words would have been subject to dispute, modification, or denial. But he lived the new life, more intensely than anyone else and with an always manifest joy, and he gathered a band of companions who shared and also manifested that life…

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